A dagger on my wrist,
White rose on the ground.
A silent wish that I didn\'t exist,
Blood stains all around.
Pain, then darkness. What next?
Rose petals, once white, now stained with red.
An old piece of paper with black text,
my lifeless body in a king-sized bed.
The dagger fell to the groud
Breaking the castle\'s deathly silence.
This is the moment I\'ve waited for,
The right answer has always been violence.